Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!

November 28, 2009

Bunny cooked Thanksgiving Dinner for 28 people. Brie and crackers. Veggies and spinach dip.  A turkey, a prime rib, side dishes galore. Cheesecake. A dear friend brought a homemade chocolate/lemon cake, his first (extremely successful) attempt at fondant. Had to try that. Apple pie. Ice cream. Cookies for the kids. Three people walked in offering wine. 

Bunny was flat-on-her-back exhausted from this event. Bunny and Buff’s house has tile floors, and her feet and back hurt. She has one oven, and it’s an organizational nightmare getting everything hot at once, especially with arriving guests parading into the kitchen for hugs and kisses and Happy Thanksgivings and you’ll never guess what little Susie said today.

I love you all, I’m so glad you’re here, and I want to hear every little detail of your always fascinating lives, but right now, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY KITCHEN and let me serve this #&%)@*$ dinner!!!

She had to take a break in the preparations Thursday morning to drive 40 miles to fetch Mom and Dad, then drive them back on Friday. Dad was cranky. Mom was mad at Dad for being cranky. Buff was mad at Bunny because Mom and Dad were cranky.

Bunny just wanted the whole thing over.

These are not optimal conditions for watching what she eats. And she didn’t.

The next day, leftovers. Ooo, there’s half a piece of cheesecake left. And some dip. Love those trigger foods. Oh well…

Saturday, a big football game. Bunny is in charge of making brownies. Buff loads up on chips. Someone will bring wine.

Bunny is beaten up and her defenses are down, but she hasn’t lost her way. She’s anxiously looking forward to a return to normalcy. Sunday. Weight Watchers points. Control. She’s really looking forward to it. She knows she will feel better.

Let’s all raise a 3-Weight Watchers-point glass of wine to Bunny and to all the other bunnys throughout the country who cooked Thanksgiving Dinner for their families. It’s really a lot of hard work. And it’s really hard on the nerves, not to mention the back and the feet. And for people like Bunny who have a real problem with food, it can be damned near impossible.

Happy Thanksgiving, Bunny!

And to you, too.

Bunny’s week of eating out has left her, well, fulfilled. Not in a good way.

You know what we mean.

That scale is not going to bring joyful news this week.

Now, we know that that’s OK. As long as she hops back on the train (and she did) and starts back in the right direction (and she is), it’s all good.

But Bunny doesn’t want to step on the scale.

Initiate Excuses Sequence!

I don’t have time.

I’m too tired.

I have to work late.

I have to make stuffing.

My cat will be lonesome if I don’t go right home.

I forgot my Weight Watchers book.

I have to catch up on my soap opera.

I have to plant roses.

I have to lay down sod.

I have to wash my car.

yada yada yada

Fear not, Ms. Bunny will be at Weight Watchers tonight, and will be weighed, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, for fatter or for … no, it’s going to be fatter.

She was travelling last week and missed, so there will be no dilly-dallying, fiddle-fadding, hiding under the bed, running for cover, or excuses of any kind.

Anybody got a cattle prod we can borrow?

Bunny has been perusing her calendar for the next week, and it’s a road full of big potholes:

Wednesday–lunch meeting at work.

Thursday–dinner at Mexican restaurant (read: chips-guac-margarita) for Buff’s birthday.

Friday–dinner with cousins at BBQ restaurant for Buff’s birthday.

Saturday–football extravaganza and tailgating galore, followed by dinner at Italian restaurant with friends for…you guessed it…Buff’s birthday.

Sunday–after-theatre dinner with friends. Did we mention it’s Buff’s birthday?

There are two issues here:  temptation to eat what she shouldn’t, and even if she doesn’t, the challenge of figuring out how many points are in meals that are cooked by selfish people who are not considerate enough to provide a Weight Watchers point count. (Well, it would help!)

This is a challenge Bunny is going to have to learn to face. This is part of life and struggling to lose weight.

Breathe, Bunny, Breathe.

Well, at least she doesn’t have to cook, right?


Monday-Wednesday–prepare for the ultimate assault:  The complete trashing of the kitchen, reorganization of the furniture and full-on attack on Bunny’s mind, soul, back, feet and spirit as she cooks Thanksgiving dinner for 28 people!!!



How on earth does our poor dear Bunny count her points in the midst of such an assault on her eating regime?

We will hold Bunny’s hand and try to help her navigate these treacherous waters.

By the way…it has been suggested that Buff doesn’t do all he can to support Bunny’s effort. We would like to state that Buff, whom we like very much, can’t really be blamed for having a birthday, nor for having friends and family who want to celebrate it with him. Yes, he’s responsible for putting cookies and chips and movie popcorn in Bunny’s immediate vicinity lately, but that’s because he’s struggling with his own weight-loss issues. He has simply found a way around it (the gym), while Bunny has not. Buff is a dear man who loves Bunny very much and has good intentions.

On the other hand, it’s completely his fault that Bunny has to cook Thanksgiving Dinner for his entire family. Bunny doesn’t mind because his family is very special and she loves them too.

Well, she kind of minds. She kind of resents having to do all that work while working full-time. She’s always completely exhausted, and dreads it for about 2 months ahead of time. Plus, she always burns herself at some point.



Let’s get him!!!



November 16, 2009

Bunny is travelling again. Yesterday, she kinda sorta lost her way.

It started out well. On Saturday, she went to California Pizza Kitchen. One half chopped salad, one slice of thin-crust pepperoni pizza, one piece of sourdough bread with butter, one glass of white wine. She wasn’t sure how to count all that, but she guessed, and she was still in control.

She was still in control when she kept her hands out of Buff’s movie popcorn. Sunday morning she had Starbuck’s Perfect Oatmeal (only 2 Weight Watchers points) with a few nuts and non-fat milk. Still in control.

A bowling party, a cocktail party, and dinner at LBS., A Burger Joint, where they serve the best burgers in America. Huge, monstrous, ridiculous burgers with every topping known to man.  She went with a single patty, no crazy toppings, and passed on the fries, but this is by no means your average hamburger.

ChipsSomewhere along the way, it happened. 

She found her hand in Buff’s bag of chips.



Do I hear five?

Just a few. Oh, maybe a few more. Well, just…



Today is her weigh-in day, but, as we may have mentioned, she’s travelling, so the weigh-in will be bumped two days.

We’ll see how her teensy little oops affects her progress.

But the good news is, she got right back on track the next day!

Bunny feels great!

She’s following her plan and counting her points and feeling successfulHappy

and productive

and hopeful

and excited

and wondering why she always forgets how good she feels when she’s NOT letting the mindless eating Monster lead her around by the nose.

She’s having baked chicken with veggies for dinner. She used to skip dinner half the time because it was too much trouble to cook something different for herself than for low-carb/no seasoning Buff. There’s no way she’s going to eat what he eats (plain burger patties, Campbell’s beef broth and a salad as big as a swimming pool), even though when she did that diet she lost a ton of weight. Bunny doesn’t want to give up fruit, and fruit has carbs, so there you go. And good luck finding a low-carb dessert (she ate enough sugar-free Jello to float Oasis of the Seas, thank you very much).

The problem she is having is that she is full after dinner, but she still has 6, 7 or 8 points to eat.  30 points a day is a LOT!

Lately, her solution has been Weight Watchers Chocolate Smoothie with nonfat milk and a tablespoon of peanut butter. Toss it in a blender with some ice to make it spoonable.  5 points, mmmm, we’re done, night-night.

We know she should work on eating more points earlier in the day, but right now she’s losing weight and feeling good, so we’re just hopping on the train, enjoying the ride and keeping our mouths shut.

She Did!!!!!

November 9, 2009

Bunny was worried that she hadn’t lost any weight on her first week at Weight Watchers.

Bunny is a dope.BouncingBunny

7.2 lbs.!

Half-way to her first goal in one fell swoop!


Did She or Didn’t She?

November 8, 2009

Bunny’s first week on Weight Watchers is coming to a close, and she’s a little worried.  She doesn’t feel as though she has lost any weight.

Of course, we won’t know until her weigh-in tomorrow, but she doesn’t see any signs of anything shrinking, and it’s kind of getting her down.

Without boring you to death with the details of her food diary, let’s look at Bunny’s challenges this week.

She joined on Monday night, so Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were pretty controllable. Bunny did go out to lunch twice on those days, but she made the best choices she could, and wrote everything down.

Friday night, she and Buff went out to dinner, and from Saturday morning through Sunday afternoon, they were out of town visiting a friend. One out-to-dinner, one fast-food dinner, one lunch at a frou-frou salad bar.

All the while, Bunny made her best attempt to calculate the correct number of Weight Watchers points for everything. She stayed within her daily points, and didn’t come close to using up that weekly buffer thing Weight Watchers allows you. What’s it called?

Bunny, toss us your iPhone, would you?

OK. Weight Watchers Mobile, a very handy little iPhone app (more on that in another post), says that Bunny’s Weekly Remaining Points Values = 30. She started with 35. Those are points over and above her daily allotment. She only used 5. Pretty good, right?

Of course, it’s possible that her calculations were way off, but her efforts at calculating seemed quite reasonable. But sometimes you run into quandries:

A Burger King TenderGrill sandwich is 11.5 points, but Bunny didn’t eat the top of the bun, or the mayo. And she added tomatoes. She guessed that should count as 8.5 points.

She had a tri-tip salad with gorgonzola crumbles and a dressing that involved tomatoes and mint. The restaurant is so sorry, but they don’t share recipes and they don’t provide nutritional information. But thanks for coming!Chef Would you like another basket of you-don’t-want-to-know-how-many-points garlic rolls?

Bunny had a glass of wine at a nice restaurant, and another in a plastic cup at a theater. The former looked like 6 or 7 ounces, the latter maybe 3.  She could have asked the bartenders how many ounces they were, but, well, she didn’t. Bunny is just not good at asking those kinds of questions. So she guessed. Weight Watchers says wine is 2 points. She counted both as 5.

Bunny carefully chose a little this and a little that from a high-end salad bar one day for lunch. She selected 2 asparagus spears (there was dressing), 4 or 5 cute little pillow ravioli things, some strawberries, a small scoop of some tasty brown-rice-something-or-other, a couple of ounces of skinless chicken that was cooked in something that looked benign, a few spinach leaves and tomatoes, and a sourdough roll with butter. Pretty good choices, but again, only the chef knows what’s really in it, and they don’t like to share. She guessed and counted the whole mess as 12 points, including the roll (which she ate, even though as she was eating it she was thinking that she didn’t really want it).

And how many points do you suppose are in 8 piddly little pretzels in the little bag they give you on an airplane with your coffee? We went for one point.

This point-counting thing is hardly an exact science, unless you make everything yourself at home, and weigh everything. That’s not real life. The trick is learning how to come close to the right amounts, make intelligent estimations, and not put a bag over your head and pretend that a big slice of apple pie a la mode counts the same as an apple, or that half a bottle of salad dressing counts as one serving.

We think Bunny has been realistic this week, but maybe she just ate out too many times.

Or maybe she lost weight.

We hope so. Next week isn’t looking any better.

We’ll see.